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Both mom and Paul moved onto the bed and got a little more comfortableas I stood behind Marie and fucked her.

My hands tenderly caressing her bullet nipples as they hung into myhands. Occasionally glancing at Paul to see his wide eyed excitement of mefucking his mother like this.

Hearing her moan, hearing me moan at our pleasure, as she leaned withher hands on the bed.

Watching mom ease up on him and laying so that she was on his chest withher head and bringing his hands to caress her tits while they watched us.Mom's nipples as hard as I had ever seen them.

"Oh, I love it Kenny honey. I really love it like this!" Both of usinto a nice steady rythym. Almost all my strokes into her going completelyin. Feeling her wonderful wet pussy loving me back with her gripping andmassaging deep in her.

"OOOOOOHHHH Marie honey, you feel so nice."

I couldn't remember seeing mom so excited. Her face was red and herblond hair laying across Paul's chest as her head turned to watch us evencloser.

Seeing Paul's shaky hands still on mom's tits as my cock went into hismother.

"Cum in me Kenny honey. Show Paul how you fuck me and cum in me." "Showmy son how we love Kenny." Marie was moaning softly with her words and withher pleasure of my cock sliding in and out. She was fucking ack at me witha nice rythym.

Now, I pulled out and my cock sprang up. Mom's eyes seemed to glow asshe saw it and watched as I guided Marie on her back now. Her legsinstantly widening for me as I eased my cock in from the front now. Bothof us holding each other tight and rocking with my cock deeply embedded inher.

Rolling my hips in wide circles as I stayed in her. It was so nice. Both of us so near....and so were mom's lips.

Mom waited til I raised higher off Marie's face from kissing her andthen leaned over her and kissed her herself.

Feeling her own passions burning through her own body as Marie's were soon edge from our fucking.

Paul was completely taken by surprise at seeing mom kissing his motherlike this as I fucked her. I knelt back with my cock still in Marie andgave mom more room to now kneel over Marie and lick her tits as she cuppedthem up to her mouth.

Paul moved so fast it was almost a blur. He got on the other side ofMarie as mom smiled up to him. Now, both of them sharing and suckingMarie's tits as she screamed in pleasure. Gripping my cock as I burieddeep in her.

Mom leaned over to Paul and kissed him excitedly over Marie's floppingtits. Then they both went back to sucking them. Soon, Marie was reallymoaning and clamping my cock. I fucked her harder and faster. My own cockthrobbing in her wet world and beginning to shoot. Mom saw the both of uscumming now and told Paul to suck his mother's pussy.

Reaching to pull me out of Marie after my first spurt. Mom quickly bentdown and pulled me to the side and sucked my cock hard. Telling Paul tosuck his mother's pussy right now. "suck your mother Paul. She's cummingand needs your mouth right now." Paul did as mom told him and got betweenMarie's soaked legs and sucked her entire spread pussy as mom sucked meuntil my spurts stopped once again. Her hands wildly stroking andcaressing my balls as she sucked. She was rally hot and excited. Evenchoking as she sucked the spurts of my cum.

Paul was sucking his mother wildly too. I was drained now and momfinally let my cock go. Both of us now turning to see Paul still lickingand sucking his mother. "Suck her good Paul. Mothers love this from theirsons Paul." "Suck your mother's cum juices honey." "Suck the pussy thatmade you honey!"

Mom was really letting go with a barrage of excited urgings to him. Paul was wild. His mouth was all over Marie's pussy. Licking and suckingeverywhere. Marie was thrashing and crashing through yet another orgasm asshe let go in her son's mouth. The sheet below her humping pussy wassoaked.

Mom's eyes were wide as she told him, "Fuck her now. Get up and fuckher Paul. She needs that huge cock right now, Paul!"

Paul rose and we saw his huge cock throbbing up and down wildly as hegrabbed it and aimed at his mother's soaking wet pussy. "Shove it in mePauly. Fuck me." Once he had it inside, he fell down on her and Mariehumped up for as much of his cock as she could. Her legs wrapped aroundhis ass and urged him to fuck her. Wildly humping up and down as she triedfor still more cock. Mom was kneeling next to Marie with me at her side.Marie was almost out of it as she felt Paul ram more cock into her as heshould. She was now filled with more cock than she had ever safely felt inher entire life as she groaned and moaned up to him. Sweating, hearing himmoaning loud as he felt his mother's pussy loving him.

Realizing he might really hurt her finally, and withdrew some of hiscock from her.

Mom's hand reaching to caress my softened wet cock as she watched Mariego into another orgasm complete with Paul shooting his cum in and out ofMarie's humping pussy. Paul watched mom fall again and kiss Marie as heknelt back after cuming in his mother and still had his cock deep in her. Ilooked at his cock as he stayed there. So red and wet from being suckedlike mine was.

Marie and mom kissing frantically. Paul watching their tits crushinginto each other's as they kissed.

Finally, mom raised off Marie and she eased back against the headboard.Urging me to come up near her side as Paul now took over kissing his motheras they sat on the edge of the bed.

Mom suggesting that we go down and have a swim. Now, not seeming tocare who was still down there and what they would think of all of us beingnaked.

Mom getting a promise from Paul that he would put that huge cock in herin one hour. Making him promise that he wouldn't let any other woman fuckwith his cock and drain it before she had this monster in her. Paul, eagerfor mom, agreed.

Paul and Marie waited at the downstairs den bar for mom and me as wewent to check on Karen and dad. We all wanted to make a naked GRANDENTRANCE into the pool together.

Mom softly knocked and we went in.

Karen was moaning softly as dad laid between her legs licking her softpussy. We wondered if he had even been inside her yet? Mom walked over tothe side of the bed and caressed his head. "Taste her honey. Love her.""Drink our daughter honey," she encouraged him. She leaned down and kissedKaren's excited face, and then surprisingly, kissed her nipples too as herface turned back to watching dad licking Karen.

Dad raised his mouth and said "No, honey I was going to right now." "Oh,wonderful honey. Now I can share this with you."

Dad was really hard, His cock bobbing as he knelt up now. Karen's wasso very excited and moaning softly as she remained with her legs spreadwide open in front of dad.

He was still between her legs. Mom smiled down to her. " Now you'llfeel your father's cock inside you honey. Now he will finally love you ashe loves me."

Mom leaned down and kissed Karen on the lips softly and then bent downto suck dad's cock for Karen to see, as he knelt there. Dad moaned as hefelt mom's mouth go all the way down his cock. This made Karen really moanwith anticipation. Watching mom suck him, the cock that was now about togo inside her for the very first time.

Mom raised her head off dad's cock now and told him to put it in theirdaughter. "Love her honey. Love your daughter as she loves you." Momreached and guided dad's cock right up to Karen's pussy and then let go. Karen raised her pussy up to urge him into her and he pushed. Falling downon her as his cock went into her for their very first time. Karen lettingout a loud moan as she felt this dream of dad's huge cock go all the wayinto her pussy and up to her womb. In one huge push, dad was completelyburied inside her wet pussy. Dad moaning into the pillow under her as hefelt the tightness and wetness of his daughter for the first time.

Feeling mom's hands softly caressing his ass as she watched him buryhimself into Karen.

Karen's arms wrapped tightly around dad as she moaned at the completnessof his cock finally in her. Completely filled with her father's cock asthey both dreamed for so very long. Not a spare centimeter of room left inher young pussy.

It took her a minute to adjust to dad and his size before he began topump her lovingly. Seeing her spread legs and offering her complete selfup to him. Seeing her pussy urging him to fuck her now as mom rose off thebed and came to kiss me.

"Like our first time honey. I'm so glad we didn't miss this." I cuppedmom's tits as she turned back to the bed.

Mom's soft words carried across to dad's ears as he moaned in extremepleasure inside Karen. Her legs trying to desperately wrap around hisgrinding ass as he begab to really fuck her now.

Watching him begin to fuck her with gentleness and kissing her as hislover. Kissing him as her longed for lover. We watched for another minuteand mom softly asked them to join us naked down at the pool, with the restof the lovers, when they were finished.

We turned as Karen started to go through her first of several orgasmsshe would have with dad in this lovemaking. Mom wrapping her arms aroundme and really giving me a passionate kiss, listening to her daughter cumfrom her husband's thrusting cock, just before we walked out.

We joined Paul and Marie in the den bar. Hearing some moaning out onthe deck, as she poured us a drink. All of us still sitting there naked.

Knowing mom and Marie had just initiated Paul to having mom suck him,and knowing he would fuck her in an hour.

Initiated him to seeing her kiss his mother and suck her nipples rightalong with him, as he fucked her.

Mom lovingly reached for his softened, yet still huge cock and strokedit lovingly as she sipped from her drink. They were turned toward eachother on the stools.

"I've loved it so far Paul, how about you honey?"

"Oh Rita, between you and mom...I've never.....OOOHHH."

"OUR night will be complete soon, honey, when you put this in me for thefirst time." Mom leaned forward and kissed him softly. Still caressing hiscock in her hand. It was after one more drink when we finally heard dadand Karen come downstairs. We called to them and as we mentioned, Join usnaked. They did. Karen was in a trance. I looked at her knowing sheprobably had one of the best orgasms in her life. Her dream of fucking dadwas now a reality. Dad was holding her hand as they came up to us near thebar. Marie fixing them both a drink too.

Mom leaned over and kissed dad with a warm smile. They just looked ateach other now. There were no words to describe what just happened and momknew it.

Finally dad realized that mom had her hand still on Paul's cock. Following his eyes with a smile, "Honey, I sucked this a little earlier. Isucked Paul. This huge cock honey." "I had to honey." They looked intoeach other's eyes while all of us stayed quiet. A million words being saidwith no sound. "It's the third cock I've ever touched honey. In my entirelife." Reaching for his with her other hand and cupping his balls. "Yours,Kenny's and now this one, honey."

"I want to make love with it later, honey. Do you mind?" "I want tofeel this monster inside me honey, like Marie has, like Donna has. Likethe rest of the girls want honey?"

Mom was searching his eyes for an answer as he looked at her. His ballsstill in her soft hand being caressed while she still caressed Paul's withher other hand.

Dad finally leaned forward and kissed her softly. His hand holding hertit as they kissed.

"Sure honey. Go ahead." "You've given me more pleasure in our marriagethan I really deserve. Opened the door for me to make love with ourdaughters as he reached for Karen next to him. Karen's eyes dropped towatch mom's hands as she caressed both Paul's and dad's balls at the sametime.

"You've opened the door for me to make love with Marie, here, and Donna.But most of all, the wonderful difference in our love now honey." He turnedto Paul now."Love her well Paul."

Mom leaned forward letting go of Paul and using both her hands to openlycup dad's balls as she kissed him softly.

Now, we finished our drinks explaining we didn't care now who saw all ofus naked. Meaning dad's brother, or PAM?

He smiled and said, Dan's been expecting it honey. I warned himyesterday. Mom smiled and we all headed for the pool.

Personally, I was wondering about Pam? Could I have her now? Now thatPaul was definitely going to fuck my mom shortly?

Now that Paul had fucked my girlfriend, his sister? Now that my momsucked the tits of his own mom? Now that mom took half his cock in hermouth and made him cum?

Would she allow me to approach her with my nakedness and obvious hard onattraction to her? Would she scream and demand to leave upon seeing all ofus come out on the deck naked? Knowing we had all just shared sex?

A thousand quick questions running through my mind as we neared thesounds of moans, giggles and music.

Hi, I'm Maggie Benson, and I'm Westport High's very own semendepository. Any time, any place, any orifice. And they're letting me walkaround school naked for a week? There ought to be a law against a girlhaving that much fun! Really. While I was walking through the school tothe principal's office this morning after they called my name, I saw halfthe guys in school's eyes light up. Oh, I was gonna have a good time! Notthat I don't anyway, mind you. One thing I've found is, that if you likesex, and you're a girl, it's real easy to indulge yourself. Not having totake any clothes off beforehand just makes it easier.

Now, there were drawbacks to the whole thing, mind you. Being nakedmeans all my little illusion tricks were gone. Y'see, I don't have much ofa body. I know what to do with what I've got, mind you, but the visualsaren't all that impressive. And the waterfilled bras andpaddedinthebutt panties were going right out the window with the rest ofmy clothes. Usually, once I get to the stripping stage, I've got the guyso worked up he wouldn't give a shit if I didn't have any boobs at all. Now I'd have to reveal the lack of boobs long before we got to that point.So, that was a worry.

I'm addicted, I admit it. Started when I was all of twelve. I had anolder cousin I was close to, she was 15 at the time, and sexuallyactiveand loved telling her poor, impressionable little cousin all aboutit. I liked hearing it. One day, I was at her house, nobody elsethereshe was "babysitting" meand over comes her boyfriend. "Well, allthat stuff I've been telling you aboutI'll let you give it a try withhim," my cousin says. So the boyfriend comes over, feels me up a bitthengoes down on me.

Now, it's my experienceand I do have enough experiencethat a15yearold guy who will go down on a girl is a rare creature indeed. And,of the few that will do it, it's even rarer to find one that's good at it.This guy was really good at it. After all the sex I've had in the fiveyears since this happened, he's still at the top of my personalcunnylapping list. I don't know if my cousin trained him or what, but hewas welltrained, let me tell you. And, at 12 years old, I made adiscovery. I was really orgasmic. After three screaming cums at the endof this guy's tongue, I was hollering "Fuck me! Stick it in me! Fuck me!"So he did. He wasn't all that biggood thing, since I was only 12but heknew what he was doing. It hurt a bit at first, but I was cumming hard innot much time at all.

My cousin moved away shortly after all this, and I never saw herboyfriend again. Too bad. I'd like to thank him! Because I've beenaddicted to sex since that day.

Now, it hasn't been troublefree. I have a reputation. Well, that Ihave a reputation for that goes without saying. No, the reputation thatbothers me is that I'm aggressive. I'd rather I wasn't, actually.

Y'see, that first experience happened in the summer before seventhgrade. So, I'm all pent up, right? Here's a trick about seventhgradeboys: they're clueless. You wait for them to make a move on you, andyou'll be waiting until you're old and gray. So, pent up as I was, I madethe moves. I'll never forget the first guy I walked up to and said, "Hi,I'm Maggie. You want to have sex?" He almost fainted! But it workedI gotlaid. Most of middle school was like that, out of sheer necessity. If Iwanted to get laid, I had to make a move. The problem is, now I've gotthis reputation for being aggressive. And I'm near the end of my junioryear in high school, and I still have to make the moves, because everyoneassumes I like it that way. Not really. It was just a necessity at first.

Actually, it's kind of nice when someone makes the moves on me for achange. Tells me that they want me, and not just whoever'll put out. Itdoesn't happen often, though.

Anyhow, being naked should change a little of that. Here I am boys,come and get me!

I walked into Mr. Tilling's office all ready. I wondered who mypartner was going to be. Then, in the office, I saw him. And looked atMr. Tilling and screamed, "NO FUCKING WAY!!!"

CHAPTER TWO CHUCK

I guess I kind of ignored The Program. I saw other people in it, but,you know, didn't pay much attention. I also didn't pay much attention tothe literatureI could've gotten out of it. But I never did, I kind ofblew the whole thing offand, here I am, in the stupid thing.

I don't know. The whole thing's just too 'rah rah school spirit' to me.Oh, let's all bond by going through school naked one week. I didn't wantto bond.

I'm Chuck, Chuck Braden, by the way, and I hated Westport High with asingular passion. I just wanted to do my time there and get out. Theplace is a cesspool of jealousy, pettiness, gossip, and rumor. Oh, andWestport High's collective opinion of me wasn't all that high, either.

I've got this reputationthe guy who fucks and tells. Not true. Now, Imade this mistake once. I told the wrong people something. Just a selectfew, people I thought I could trustand I was wrong about that. The storygot all over school, and mangled at that. Since then, the reputation hasdogged me. I've heard stories about me that would almost be enviable ifthey were true. Half the cheerleading squad in one afternoon? Yeah, Iwish. But people believe I start this shitand half the cheerleading squadwon't talk to me.

Y'see, that's the upshot of the rumors. I learned that the vastmajority of the guys in this school are not to be trusted. However,because of the rumors, the vast majority of girls in this school think thatI am not to be trusted. So, I don't have many friendsand I don't date. That's why the rumors are so infuriating. Two months ago, I supposedly hadthree hours of wild sex with a girl that won't even speak to me.

So, I mainly just try to keep my head down and get through the day. Idon't like to draw even more attention to myself. Guess what The Program'sgonna do? Draw more attention to myself.

And I had to do it. I wasn't going to revolt. Look, I get good grades,good enough to go to a good college. I figure, only a little over a year,and I can get the hell out of here and go somewhere where nobody knows me,and maybe get a fucking life. But, to do that, I had to get through thatlast yearandabit, and that meant following the rules.

And that meant going through with The Program.

I walked into Mr. Tilling's office, and he greeted me, smiling. Hetold me I was going in the program, and I told him I had figured that out.Resigned, I sat in the seat, waiting for my partner to show up. Maybe it'dbe one of the few girls in school that didn't hate my guts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. After his comments about my tits, I was looking forsomething to throw back in his face. I mean, searching for it,desperately. Any flaw at all. I couldn't fucking find one. Jesus Christ,Chuck Braden was fine. I already knew he had a good looking face. And nowI saw his body. Muscular but not too much soyou know, just nicelydefined. All over. He was also smooth, not too much hair, which I like. Between his legs? No complaints there. He's no Jared Wicklow, but who is?This was one hell of a specimen of manliness. Why on earth did he have tobe such an asshole?

And, Goddamn it all, he caught me looking. "Why, thank you very much,Maggie, but you can stop drooling now," he said with a shiteating grin onhis face. Then he strut towards the door. "In point of repayment, let memention that you don't really need the water bra. They're big enough." Andthen he was gone.

I turned to Mr. Tilling, and glared at him. "You're gonna pay. Oh,mark my words, you are going to pay for this!"

The sonovabitch never stopped grinning at me.

CHAPTER FOUR CHUCK

All right. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't, when I realized thather bustline was getting artificial help. I mean, Maggie? What did shehave to enhance it for? It's not like she didn't have other tools at herdisposal to lure a guy into her bed. And, I wasn't kidding at the end, shereally didn't need it. She wasn't big, sure, but she was a small girl allover. They were proportional, you know. Probably about an Acup, yeah,but we're talking about a girl that probably wore a size extrasmall shirt.They were big enough. More than a mouthful's a waste, and all that.

But I couldn't resist that Itty Bitty Tittie Committee crack. Nor couldI resist the crack when I realized she was staring at me. If this weekwere to be a battle of willswhich, knowing what Maggie and I were bothlike, it wasscore one for me.

I walked out of the office, still grinning, past the crowd that hadgathered there. Mostly her friends. They more or less ignored me.

I had gym first period. I knew the drill, so into the girls' lockerroom I went. I wasn't looking forward to it. Tara Boucher was in thatclass. It was easy to avoid her in class, but, in the locker room, I wasgoing to stick out like a sore thumb.

You see, Tara and I have a historyand not a good one. This was the onethat was my fault. I hurt her badly, and I've never been able to get herto understand that I was sorry about it. And she walked in as I wasstanding there in my altogether, putting my bookbag in my locker. Sheglared for a second, and then turned away from me.

It was worse in the shower, afterwards. I was in there with a gaggle ofgirls, all of which ignored meexcept for Tara. She glared, the wholetime. I didn't say anything. A year and a half of trying to apologizehadn't worked, so I just let her glare at me. I got myself washed and gotout of there.

I was getting groped a bit in the halls, more than I would've expected.I didn't mind. Especially the younger girls, freshmen and sophomores. They must've not heard I was supposed to be a pariah.

The good part was third periodSpanish. Maggie's in that class. Shewas already there when I got there, I took one look at herand she startedblushing! Maggie Benson! I couldn't believe it! I grinned at her, and,when I walked past her, I leaned over and whispered, "Yeah, they'd fit realnice in my hand," and kept walking.

Yeah, I was playing to type, I know it. But I "got" Maggie soinfrequently that I had to take any chance I had!

CHAPTER FIVE MAGGIE

I got out of Mr. Tilling's office and found all my friends therewaiting for me. That was cool.

"Welcome to the club," Amanda grinned at me.

"Who's your partner?" Jared asked.

I waved my hand in frustration down the hall at him. " Him. Chuckfucking Braden."

"Oh, shit," Cassie said.

"Damn, but he's good looking, though, isn't he?" Amanda said.

"Yeah, he is. Doesn't that suck? And he caught me staring! And thisafter he made fun of my boobs."

"How could he find your boobs to make fun of them?" Ed said.

"Oh, fuck you, Ed," I spat out.

"Come on, Maggie, I was just joking."

"Sometimes your jokes wear thin," I said, and stormed off down the hall.

Afterwards, I felt bad, though. That was just Ed being Ed. Hell, I hadmade fun of his dick when he was in the program. Lily Woodard had reallymade fun of his dick. He took it in the spirit in which it was intended.And here I am, going off on him. I wasn't mad at him. I knew he was justteasing. Luckily, we had the same class second period. I walked up to himoutside of class and said, "Hey, Ed. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, Maggie," he said. "I didn't realize you were sensitiveabout that. You've joked about it in the past yourself. They're reallynot that small, you know. Especially naked."

"Thanks," I grinned at him. "And, you're right, I'm usually not thatsensitive about them. Chuck just rubbed my last nerve raw. He called methe president of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee!"

"Ah," Ed said.

"Still friends?" I grinned.

"Of course," he grinned back. "So, have you asked for relief twelvetimes in the past hour?"

"Actually, I've been so pissed off I haven't had the energy to gethorny."

I'm glad I fixed things with Ed, but next period I saw Chuck again. Andhe had the audacity to say that my tits would feel real nice in his hand!Yeah, like he was ever going to find out!

Damn. He was getting to me. That's just not allowed.

I went to lunch, sat with the gang. I got involved in the banter anddidn't get pissed off at the jokes. Afterwards, I headed to Bio. Ms. T'sfamous fifth period Bio class. A lot of my gang is in that classbut so isChuck. We got in, and Ms. T welcomed us to The Program, and asked Chuckif he needed relief. He said no. Then she asked me.

"Why not? I could use a good cum," I grinned.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Ed teased.

Ms. T asked if anyone wanted to help. Just about every guy in the roomput his hand up. I almost picked Jared, remembering that I gave him hisfirst relief on his first day in The Programin this very room, in fact. Ithought it would be a nice turnaround. But then I saw Chuck with his handup, grinning at me, a definite challenge in his eyes.

AhHAH! Get me all flustered, eh? "All right, Braden. You think youcan get me off? Give it your best shot," I said.

"Don't mind if I do," he grinned, and headed towards the front of theclass.

"Ah, Braden?" I said. "Keep in mind, I can control my orgasms even withpeople I like. And I'm not really all that pent up at the moment. And youonly have five minutes."

"Five whole minutes? I may be able to go for two," he grinned. CockySOB. We'd see about that.

He didn't crouch down in front of me. No, he grabbed a spare chair, satin it, and spun my chair so I was facing him. Then, instead of going formy pussy, he went for the tit.

"Hmm, I was right," he said. "Fits real good in my hand. Oh, and I dolike a girl with sensitive nipples."

Which I had. And he had them nice and big and erect in seconds. He wasrubbing his whole hand all over my tit. Then he went for the pussy. Hetook his hand and languidly ran it up and down my lips, no real effort init. I was getting a little moist, but that was about it. And, OK, I'lladmit, he was doing wonderful things to my tit with his hands. But that'snot enough to get me to cum, especially when I'm resisting cumming in thefirst place. "Four minutes thirty seconds," I said to him with an evilgrin.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he said.

Another thirty seconds of this. His finger just kind of lazily snakingup and down my labia. I wondered, does this doofus even know where my clitis? Oh, I was going to win this little battle. Wait until the schoolfound out that Mister Chuck Braden couldn't even make the school sexpotcum. That'd put the lie to all his Grand Conquest stories, now, wouldn'tit?

"Four minutes and counting," I grinned at him.

He grinned backand slipped a finger into my pussy. Very slowly. Thenit was two fingersagain, very, very slowly. He started dragging them inand out of meand on every out motion, he very slowly dragged hisfingertips across my gspot.

Oh, shit.

He's doing this, and the next thing I know, he's out of the chair. He'skneeling in front of me. He gave my tittie a little suck on the way down,then went right for the pussy with his tongue.

OK, so he knew where my clit was. Oh SHIT did he know where my clitwas! He was sucking on it, and tickling it with his tongue, and nibbling onitall the while his fingers are doing that dragging thing over my gspot.

Four minutes? He didn't even need two. I tried to resist, believe meItried with all my might. Tried saying the alphabet backwards, rememberingthe third verse to "The StarSpangled Banner," did multiplication tables,all that stuff. It was no use. My pussy was not cooperating. No, it washeaded towards cumming. And when he felt me getting close, he put hisfingers right on my gspot and drummed on itwhile he sucked my whole clitinto his mouth. Shit, he was better than my cousin's boyfriend. By a lot.I came, screaming, my ass rising up off the seat and my pussy grinding intohis mouth. And, mother of God, I shot. Ejaculated. I've done that Ithink once in my life, with all the sex I've had. I was gushing.

And that assholewhile I was sitting there, trying to breathe, thatfucker grins at me and says, "You're welcome," and goes back to his seat.He could've at least offered to help me stand up, for Chrissakes! BecauseI was having a hard time doing it on my own.

Damn. I hated this motherfucker. Hated his fucking guts. And he hadjust given me one of the top three cums of my life. In front of the entirebiology class. Damn him.

When bio class ended, my legs were still shaking.

CHAPTER SIX CHUCK

OK, so I really went overboard. Hey, it was a nice little score on myside, though. And, hell, maybe I'd get a few dates out of it. Even if Ihad the reputation of being a talkernow maybe I'd get a reputation as theguy who actually made Maggie Benson incoherent.

Look, my love life had tapered off in the past year since I got the repas being a talker, but last year was pretty good. And I learned a lot. Ihad one date, an older girla senior when I was a sophomorewho taught mehow to eat pussy properly. It's a lesson I never forgot. I hadn't had thechance to do it in a while, though. Glad to know I hadn't forgottenanything.

I just couldn't resist getting her going. Hey, I had to have some funthis week, right?

And, I admit it. Watching her cum like that was a fantastic experience.She really does get all into it. Even when she was trying to resist. Imagine what she'd be like if she just went with it. Jesus.

And it was definitely satisfying to watch her staggering out of class!She was still weakkneed 40 minutes later! We both had the same class nextperiod, English. Of course, I had to rub salt in the wound, right? Iwalked up to her, and said, "Hi, Maggie. Need some help getting toEnglish?" Oh, the look she shot me! "Suit yourself," I grinned, and keptwalking.

Oh, she sat in English class and shot daggers at me. Except, when shethought I wasn't looking, she kept idly rubbing at her pussy.

Yeah, I owed her. She did something to me that wasn't very nice thatcontributed to my current problems. I don't know if she knew that I knewit was herif that makes any sensebut I did. But, hell, I thought thatwas pretty generous of me. Yeah, I was trying to score pointsbut I gaveher a hell of a cum in the process, right? I could think of more painfulways to try to score points.

The rest of the day was fine. And she was waiting for me as I got outof school to get dressed.

"You asshole! How could you do that to me?" she howled.

"Do what? Make you cum? I thought you liked that," I grinned.

"Not from you."

"Then you shouldn't have picked me." She couldn't say anything likethat. "Look, you were trying to score points. As was I. I won that round.But I think you got a few fringe benefits in the bargain," I grinned. "Hasanyone ever made you squirt before?"

"Only once," she admitted. I smiled wider, then she shook her head. "That's not the fucking point! The point is that I hate you!"

"Yeah, well I hate you, too."

"Huh?" she said, puzzled. "Why do you hate me?"

"Think about it. You'll figure it out."

"And if you hate me," she said, swallowing, " how could you make me cumlike that?"

"Two reasons. First, like I said, I was trying to score points. Secondreason is that I'm not the asshole you think I am." I was dressed by then,so I just walked away. I turned back and said, "See you tomorrow, Maggie.Ought to be fun." Then I was gone.

You know what? It hadn't been a bad day at all.

CHAPTER SEVEN MAGGIE

Motherfucker.

God damned motherfucker.

Oh, I wanted him dead. Dead, dead, dead. Him and his shiteating grinand his magical tongue and his stupendous fingers and FUCK!

I trudged home, thoroughly disgusted.

I live with my Daddy, my younger brother Joewho's 12and my olderbrother Vinny, who is 20 and just finished his sophomore year in college.He was home for the summer. Yeah, me and a house full of guys. Is it anywonder I like guys? The three I lived with were three of the besteven Joewhen he's not being a complete pest. I love my Daddy, and Vinny's been mymain confidant since I was 7. He's the one person that really knows whatI'm like, sex life and all. I was really glad he was home for the summer.

My mother? Ran off when I was ten. Nobody knows what happened to her.Ran off with some other guy. Apparently she was cheating on Dad throughoutthe whole marriage anyway. But she abandoned three kids, too. Vinny and Iwere fine, we supported each other. But Joe was only five when she leftitreally affected him. I'll never forgive the bitch for that.

Anyhow, I got home, and Vinny was there.

"Hey, Dicktease. How's it going?"

"Oh, I got to tell you, Dickless, I had a day today." Yes, Dicktease andDickless are our pet names for one another. Hey, whaddaya want?

"Come tell Vinny all about it, Mags."

"Got put in The Program. And my partner is Chuck Braden! Who I hate!"

"Well, you can avoid him, can't you?"

"I can. But I didn't. Stupid me." I told Vinny the whole story.

"So, let me get this straight," he said when I got to the end. "He gaveyou an earthshattering cum, and this is a bad thing? This is not like you,Mags."

"But I hate him!"

"You must like his tongue," he grinned at me.

"That's the fucking problem! How can such an asshole be so good atthat? Fucking, I can believe. But usually assholes can't suck pussy wortha damnbecause they don't get anything out of it."

"Maybe you've misjudged him."

"Fat chance of that. I know too many of his victims."

"I think you should think about this some more, Mags," Vinny said. "Look, you know how it works in high school. Shit gets blown out ofproportion. Rumors spread."

"There's just too many about him, though. It's not like it was justone."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Plan my revenge, what else?" I grinned.

"I think you just let him eat you out again, you'll be singing adifferent tune."

"Not a chance," I grinned again. "This is war."

End of Part OneCHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL PART TWO TUESDAY

CHAPTER EIGHT CHUCK

I woke up Tuesday in a pretty good mood.

I had told my parents about The Program the night before. They weremildly interested. Then again, that's their usual. Don't get me wrong, Ilove my parents, we get alongbut we don't interfere in each others' livesmuch. I have mine, they have theirs, and we swap stories over the dinnertable. Hey, they're supportiveif I had a real problem, they'd be thefirst to lend a hand. But I try to handle most of my life by myself andleave them out of it.

I drive to school. Maggie walks, I know that. I beat her there, I wasclose to a halfhour early. So, I went to the entrance, and waited forher. She showed up in no time at all.

"Well, hello, Chuckles," she said.

"Good morning, Margaret," I grinned.

"Don't call me Margaret!" she fumed.

"Anything you say, Margaret," I said, choking down a laugh.

"Asshole," she grumbled.

"You love me and you know it," I grinned at her. Boy, did I get a look!"So, Maggie. Do you need help getting your clothes off?"

"Uh, I don't think so." She started stripping right there.

"Too bad. Would've been fun." I reached for my shirt. In no time atall, we were naked. She pranced into the door ahead of me, pretty muchignoring me. Boy, was she getting a lot of attention! She couldn't gothree feet without having a hand in her pussy. I'll give her credit. Shegenuinely enjoyed it. I'd always kind of wondered about herwas she reallythat enthusiastic about sex? I had gotten a hint when I had eaten her outyesterday. I got another hint today. She really was that enthusiastic.

I have to admit, I found it incredibly appealing.

Anyhow, I was getting groped more today. I even got groped in the gymshowerTara was shooting daggers at the person doing it, but my groperdidn't seem to careso I spent most of the morning with my hormones doing aslow boil. By the time the afternoon, and Biology, came, I was horny asall hell.

So, I asked for relief. And I wondered. Would Maggie offer to returnthe favor? She did, with a little challenging smile on her face. Ofcourse I picked her.

She came up front and I said, "This isn't any sort of challenge for you,you know. I concede. I'm horny, it's been a while, and I know how goodyou are, so you'll have no trouble getting me off."

She gave me an evil grin, and said, "Oh, I know I won't. However, I'vegot another challenge for you. I dare you not to react verbally. Nomoans, no groans, no squeaks, no 'Oh my god Maggie you're so GOOD!' None ofthat. Bet you can't do it."

Oh, this girl had style! "You're on, Benson."

"Get ready for the blowjob of your life, Braden." She took me in in onegulp. Infuckingcredible. She was working me over very nicely, but Imanaged not to say anything. I just kept grinning at her.

Then she bit me! My mouth popped open and I glared at her, but I didn'tsay anything. She dragged her teeth down the length of my dick. This wasnot pleasant. Then she bit me again, harder, not enough to break the skinor anything, but it hurt. "OW!" I said.

She pulled off me, glared at me evilly, and said, "You lose." She triedto get back on my dick, but I pushed her away. "I think I'm done," I saidcoldly, and got up and went back to my seat.

"What just happened?" Ms. T said.

"Nothing. Forget it. I'm fine," I said. Maggie was still on her kneesin front of the empty chair. She got up and went back to her seat, staringat me. Ms. T looked at me, but I didn't say anything else. She justshrugged and continued the class.

At least my dick went down. Out of pain. That little bitch. I wantedher head on a platter.

CHAPTER NINE MAGGIE

I think I went too far.

Damn, I wasn't trying to hurt him! Just tweak him a little bit. Makehim make noise, you know?

But, you know what? This was Chuck Braden. Fuck him.

But, boy, was he pissed! I didn't want to deal with him, so I made sureI got out of school in a hurry at the end of the day. Unfortunately, Iwasn't quick enough.

"BENSON!" I heard from behind me. "You bitch!" I just kept walking awayfrom him. I ended up on the empty football field, but he had pretty muchcaught up with me. "Benson, stop!"

"That was uncalled for. That was lowdown. I don't mind playing alittle game with you, but I'd never physically hurt you." Damn, he reallywas pissed.

I probably should've given in, because I probably did go too far. Butgiving in isn't my style. "Oh, I didn't hurt you, you big baby."

"Your teeth are sharper than you realize."

"OK, so I did hurt you. You deserve it."

"Why?"

"Well, we can start with Tara Boucher, OK?" I blurted. "She's a friendof mine."

Chuck stopped glaring at me, and looked down. "You don't need to hurtme for that one. I've been beating myself up for a year and a half."

"What?" I said.

He took a deep breath. "You don't know the whole story. Nobody does.That three girls in three nights stuff? That never happened. I had threedates in three nights. The last one was with Tara. She's the only one Iever slept with, though. She was, in fact, my first."

"We had been dating for a couple months, but we weren't exclusive. Idated other people. But she was the only one I ever slept withlike Isaid, that night was my first. And I asked her to go out with me thatnight. She said yes."

"I told three fucking people about it. I was excited. Those threepeople were friends, people I thought I could trust. They spread it allaround the school, and mangled the story while they were at it. Tara wasdevastated, and I've been trying to apologize to her since then. Shedumped me, and won't talk to me. Dammit, Maggie, I liked her. I've felthorrible since then."

"OK," I said, "but then why didn't you learn your lesson?" He looked atme. "Why do you keep talking?"

"I don't." he said.

"What about Vicki Langham?"

"That's a fine one to bring up, Maggie, you spread that one."

"Hey, I heard that one from someone else," I told him, "I didn't startit."

"I didn't say you started it. I said you spread it. I never said aword about Vicki. Someone else did. I went out on a date with her, it wasfun, I liked herand the next thing I know it's all over school that weslept together. I never told a soul that. And there's someone else thatwon't speak to me."

"You never talked about anyone?" I said in disbelief.

"Except for Tara. And I wish I could take that one back. And that'sthe truth." He looked really despondent. "Is this why you hate me somuch?"

"No, it was the way you did it." I glared at him. "You acted like I wassomething that you scraped off your shoe, like I was beneath you. Like, noway were you going to stoop to going out with the school slut."

His mouth dropped, and he gaped at me. "We have a seriousmisunderstanding." I just looked at him. "I didn't think any of that,ever." He looked down. "I turned you down because I was terrified."

"What?" I gasped.

"Remember. I just told you Tara was my first time. That was thebeginning of tenth grade. You asked me out in the spring of ninth grade. Iwas a virgin. I was a lot scrawnier back then, and more shy. I was scaredof girls to begin with. And you had your reputation by then. When youasked me out, I almost pissed my pants. You scared the living daylightsout of me. And you'd better not repeat a word of this to anyone. This isvery embarrassing to admit. But I couldn't let you go on thinking that Iwas looking down on you."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"And, if it makes you feel any better, I regretted turning you down," hegrinned.

I smiled back. "God. I've been hating you for two years for no goodreason." I looked at him. "Why do you hate me?"

"For spreading the Vicki rumor. And because you hated mebecause youdon't treat me very well."

"I'm sorry about the Vicki thing. And I'm sorry I bit you."

"Apology accepted," he said. "Hey, I've made my own bed with some ofthis. I really did fuck up with Tara. And I'm sure I could've turned youdown with more finesse." He grinned at me. "You're intimidatingespeciallyback then."

"Me?" I laughed. "Miss Easy?"

"Well, your aggressiveness is intimidating."

"A lot of that was by necessity, especially back then." I took a breath."I lost my virginity when I was 12, summer before seventh grade. I washooked. And, you know what boys are like at that age, you were one. If Iwas waiting for the guy to make a move, I'd be waiting for a long time. And I wanted sex. So I made the moves. But since I started that way,that's my reputation." I grinned at him. "I don't get asked out much. Ihave to do most of the asking, still."

"You don't like that," he said.

I turned away from him. "Well, you know. It'd be nice....." I couldn'tfinish.

"For someone else to admit that he wanted you," he finished.

"Yeah."

I heard a deep breath from behind me. Then, "Maggie. I want you." HUH?"I want you so bad I can barely make a fist. And I'm not just sayingthis." I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Now that we've settled ourdifferences, all I can think of is what you looked like when you cameyesterday in bio. I want to see that again. I want to do that to youagain. It's the most fantastic thing I've ever seen in my life."

I still couldn't turn around. "We hated each other fifteen minutesago!"

"Even then, I wanted you. I just couldn't admit it," he said.

Oh my God.

CHAPTER TEN CHUCK

OK, the moment of truth.

Look, I said I hated her, but I didn't. I was pissed at her forspreading the Vicki rumor around, but I know she didn't start it. It wasmostly a reaction towards her antipathy for me. And, now that I knew whatcaused that, it all just didn't seem to matter anymore. The only thingthat seemed to matter was what she looked like yesterday when she came. Ithink it was permanently burned onto my eyeballs.

Look, I thought Maggie was attractive. She was slim and compact, butthat was fine. And she had an absolutely gorgeous smile. I'm attracted tonice smiles. But I guess I didn't understand until yesterday how sexy shewas.

And then she turned around. Finally. And I really understood how sexyshe was, because I've never seen desire like I saw in her eyes. "Youbetter not be bullshitting me," she said.

"Not on your life," I said.

She was on me before I even knew what was happening. Her lips weredevouring mine. She was wrapped around my body. I had to lower her ontothe ground before she tackled me.

Which I suppose would've been appropriate, seeing as we were on thefootball field, but I wasn't wearing pads!

In fact, I wasn't wearing anything. Neither was she. We had been insuch a hurry after schoolher to get away, me to catch herthat we hadnever gotten dressed. At the moment, that was very handy. I was on theground, Maggie sprawled on top of me, our lips locked, our tongues dancing.My hand went to her boob, and she groaned. We were like that for a fewminutes, kissing, our hands running all over each other. Then I grabbedher hips, and started pulling on them, upwards. I was hoping she'd get thehint.

She did. She crawled up me, and then crouched above my face. Shelowered her pussy towards my waiting tongue. I licked up and down thelength of her pussy with my tongue. I did this for a few minutes, thenwent for her clit. I sucked it gently into my mouth. Maggie had aprominent one. I liked thatlots more surface area for me to play with.

"Oh, God, that's so fucking good!" Maggie moaned from above me. I drewlittle circles around the tip of her clit with my tongue while I sucked itbetween my lips. I felt her thighs tighten around my ears. My hands wereon her hips, and she was gently rocking back and forth, just a little,above me.

"II've never done this like this before," she got out. "With me ontop, I mean." Imagine that, I actually showed Maggie Benson a new trick. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Ohgodohgod!" She increased the undulating of herhipsI was doing all I could do to keep in contact with her clit. Sheground her pussy into my chin. Then she screamed "OH FUCK!" and droppedright down on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face as she came. Sheflopped forward, landing on her handswhich was a good thing, I was havingtrouble breathingand tried to catch her breath, leaning on her hands andknees.

"Oh, God, that was spectacular," she gasped.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I promised. I crawled out from underneathher, and took her by her hips and gently flipped her over, so she was onher back. I positioned myself between her legs, and slid my cock up anddown her pussy. She grinned up at me. I grinned back, put my dick inplace, and slowly slid into her.

OK, I didn't expect it. I knew how experienced she wasand, while I'mnot small, I'm not all that big, either. She'd had a lot bigger than me,no doubt in my mind. So how in hell was she so tight? I got in all thewayfinallyand she had a big shiteating grin on her face. So, I askedher. "Don't take this the wrong way, Maggie, but you are tight!"

"Oh, that ain't tight," she grinnedand then I felt her pussy squeeze mydick. Then it rippled all around it. Jesus Christ, you want to talk aboutmuscle control? Incredible. I looked at her in complete astonishment, asshe still grinned at me, working her pussy all around my dick.

"You might wanna ease up on that if you want this to last longer thaneight seconds," I said. She laughed, but I noticed the motion down belowhad quieted a bit. I slowly pulled out, and then slid myself back in. Andwhat she was doing! She opened up as I slid in, and squeezed together as Islid out. It was absolutely incredible. Trying not to go too soon, Ipushed all the way in and held there for a minute, trying to take the edgeoff. Immediately grasping what I was getting at, she clamped down hard onme for a few seconds.

I had never felt anything like this. Now I know where Maggie got herreputation. She was incredible.

" Jesus, you're good," she gasped out.

"ME?" I said incredulously. She just laughed. I kept sliding in andout of her, and she kept with that muscle control. After a while, Istarted going faster. She went right with me. Her legs came up and hookedaround my ass, and her hands were on my sides, as she pulled me into her.She squeaked every time I bottomed out. The sounds of our bodies slammingtogether and Maggie's squeaks echoed throughout the empty football stadium.

I was close, but could sense that she was, too, so I desperately triedto hold on. Then, she went, howlingand there was no way I was going tohold on through that, not with her pussy doing the fucking twist around mydick. I plowed through her contractions for a few strokes and pouredmyself into her.

Afterward, spent like never before, I pulled her into my arms and rolledus onto our sides, and cuddled her as we both tried to catch our breath.

CHAPTER ELEVEN MAGGIE

Oh, God, I was drained. What a fuck he was. Almost as good as he waswith his tonguewhich was saying something!

God, it took me forever to catch my breath! "That was something," Isaid to him.

"You're telling me," he grinned. "Now I know where you got yourreputation." I just laughed, and started to disengage myself from him. "Where you going?" he said.

"Well...." I wasn't much for postsex cuddling. Well, most guys I'mwith aren't much for it.

"Don't go," he asked, and held me tighter. "Unless you have to gohome."

"OK," I smiled, and relaxed. Well, this was new. "I don't have to gohome. Daddy's cool."

"Is your mother cool?"

"My mother ran off when I was ten," I told him.

"Oh, damn, Maggie, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I know you didn't," I said.

"You have a brother, don't you?" he asked.

"Two," I smiled. "Joe is 12, he's in sixth grade. Vinny's 20, he justfinished his sophomore year at State. Vinny's probably my best friendoutside of Amanda. We got each other through all the bullshit when Momleft. Joe's the one it really affected. How about you?"

"My Daddy's the best," I told him, "but we kind of lead separate lives,too. Less so, now, but when Mom first ran off, well, he was upset himself.And he had to worry about Joe more."

"Does he know what you're like?" Chuck asked me with a chuckle.

"A little, not the whole thing," I laughed back. "He knows I'mresponsible, though. Vinny's the only one that really knows what I'm like.He worries about me."

"Why?"

"Mom. Y'see, Mom couldn't handle being with one man. That's why sheleft. She got bored with Daddy. Vinny worries that I'm like that. Honestly, I worry about it, too. Leaving a man is one thingleaving threekids, one of whom is only five, is another."

"Have you ever had an actual relationship?"

"Well, I've had steady fucks, but it's never been exclusive."

"I don't know if it has to be. I know Jared and Amanda aren'tcompletely exclusive."

"I couldn't do that," I told him. "Believe it or not, I'm the jealoustype. Look, I'm very good at giving my pussy away. I'm less good atgiving my heart away. If I ever do it, I'd better be getting the otherperson's heart back in return, and I mean completely. Because I think if Iever do fall in love, it'll be with everything I've got. I'm not a halfwaytype of person."

"No, you are not," he laughed. "Have you ever come close? To fallingin love, I mean."

"Once. Well, twice, almost. The first was Rick Ronning. We had one ofthose steady nonexclusive fuck relationships last year. I was thinkingabout asking him if he wanted to make it exclusive. I liked him a lot, Iknow that much. Before I worked up my nerve, he came and told me that hecouldn't be with me any more, because he was going out with Amy Purcell."

"Damn. Who was the other one?"

"That's the tough one," I said. "It's not that I almost did, it's thatI know I could, if circumstances were different." I took a deep breath. "Mike Kirkland."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But he's never, ever thought of me that way, and I know it. Wewent to bed once, it was great, but that was it. And now he's got Lily,and that one's for lifeeven I can see that." I took a breath. "How aboutyou?"

"Tara," he said sadly.

"Oh, damn, Chuck."

"I'm over it. Well, mostly. It's hard to think of what if when you'rethe one that blew it, you know?"

"Yeah."

There was a moment's silence, and then he said, "Do you like it?"

"What?"

"Being the junior class slut."

I cracked up laughing. "Look, I like sex, I'm not going to lie."

"Yes, you do," he agreed with a laugh.

"Yup. But it has its disadvantages. Look, Rick Ronning's a goodexample. I don't think he ever even entertained having something with meother than a fuck buddy, because people don't think of me that way. Evenif I did want an actual relationship with someone, I don't know if anyonewould believe me. Including the guy I wanted the relationship with."

"That bothers you," he said.

"Yeah. I also don't know if people think they can trust me."

"In other words, a guy would think that you'd be cheating."

"Exactly. My only consolation is that I'm young. Which is one of thereasons I am the way I am. I'm only 17this is the time to sow wild oats,right?"

"You've sown enough for eight people," he laughed.

"Oh, thanks," I laughed back. "What about you? You looking for asteady relationship?"

"Here? With my reputation? I don't think so. That, I think, is goingto have to wait until I get out of high school, and get to college, wherenobody thinks I'm The Mouth That Roared."

"I'm sorry for my part in that," I said sincerely.

"It wasn't just you, and the first mistake was mine."

"I'm surprised to find you're really a nice guy," I admitted. Helaughed. "I'm not used to this, you know."

"Used to what?"

"Cuddling after sex." We were still wrapped around each other in themiddle of the football field, my head up against his chest. "I usually getshown the door right after the event." I took a breath, and said, softly,"It's nice."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I always thought you were hell on wheels. You'vegot a soft side."

"Keep that to yourself," I said. He laughed. "At least we're friendsnow. It'll make the rest of the week go better."

I cracked up laughing. "Good point. That's all he needs. With all theprogram partners that have hooked up this year, he probably thinks he's thematchmaker of all time."

"Yup," he agreed.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Chuck? I'm usually not Miss Discreet,but could you not tell anyone about this right away, please?"

"Sure," he said. "Like I said, I've learned my lesson."

"Well, like I said, I usually don't care, butwell, it's funny. It'sgoing to take a lot of people by surprise, and I'm not sure I want to dealwith that. Pluswell, I think I have to tell Tara, and I don't want her tohear it from somewhere else."

"OK."

"Thanks." I started to get out from his arms. "I have to go, now,though."

"You were something else yourself. Thanks for asking. It meant a lot,"I admitted. "And thanks for afterwards. That meant a lot, too." I leanedup and kissed him. "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

I didn't even bother to go back to the box to get my clothes. I'd getthem tomorrow. I just wanted to get home. I got lots of cars honking atme on the way home, though! And when I walked in, I got a series ofcomments from Vinny. I just told him to shut up.

I grabbed some clothes up in my room, went down and ate dinner, thenwent back upstairs. I had to talk to someone. I called Amanda.

I told her what had happened. "You slept with Chuck?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you hated him?"

"So did I," I told her. I went into some of the things we had discussedabout his reputation and stuff. "I believe him, you know. I think he madethe one mistake with Tara, and it got out of hand."

"So, how was it?"

"Fantastic. And, afterwards, we cuddled and talked for quite a while.That's new for me. And he told me he wanted me, not the other way around.This was not my usual experience, at all."

"You sound like you enjoyed it," Amanda pointed out.

"I did. It also confused the hell out of me."

Amanda gasped from the other end of the phone. "You like him!"

"I think I might. I don't quite know yet. But I think I might."

"Now, this was unpredictable. After you bit his dick in bio, I figuredthat if you ever got together, it'd be with weapons."

I cracked up laughing. "Oh, you figured out what I did?"

"Yup," she laughed.

"It was bad of me. I apologized. I was just trying to score points."

"I take it that it was still working even after you damaged it," shecracked up.

"Oh, it was working just fine," I laughed back. "His tongue was workingeven better."

"So, you had a good afternoon," she told me.

"Yes I did. Now I just have to figure out what it means."

CHAPTER TWELVE CHUCK

I walked back out to the school entrance, fetched my clothes, and drovehome.

I ate, then went up to do homework. I got some of it done, but found mymind wandering quite a bit.

Damn, she got under my skin. It was funny. I thought she was MissExperience. In a lot of ways, of course, she was. But she doesn't getcuddled after sex? I thought girls pretty much demanded that! This time,it was me that coaxed her into it. I'm glad I did, because it made herrelax.

You see someone in school every day for a number of years. You hearabout them. You know certain things about them. And then, in oneafternoon, you find out how erroneous, or sketchy, or incomplete theknowledge is. Her about me, of coursewith all the rumors about me, shehad a wrong impression of me. But I found out a lot about her, too. Itwasn't that the information in her case was wrong, just incomplete. Woefully incomplete. She really is a lot softer than I ever would haveguessed. And, though I wasn't going to say this to her, a lot morevulnerable. And complex. Very complex. There were depths to this girlthat I'd only seen the surface of.

The problem was thisI liked her. I think I liked her quite a bit. Atfirst, it was just sex. I did want her, a lot. But, afterwards, it wasn'tjust sex anymore. I hadn't spent an afternoon that delightful in a verylong time. But I still had to tread lightly. As she had said, we'd spenta lot of time up until very recently hating each other. Trying to figureout if we liked each other was very new. Also, I don't think shecompletely trusted me. As an added kicker, it's not like I didn't havecompetition. She could go out with a different guy every night of the weekand just pencil me in for Tuesdays if that's what she wanted to do.

What was funny was, before today, I would've guessed that's exactly whatshe'd prefer. Now, I wasn't so sure, after what she said.

Well, I had time to figure this all out, I supposed. I went to bed,looking forward to tomorrow.

Looking forward to another day in The Program with Maggie Benson. Whowould've ever thought that?

end of part twoCHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL PART THREE WEDNESDAY

CHAPTER THIRTEEN MAGGIE

I got to school fairly early Wednesday morning. I went to the entrance,and Chuck was already there.

"Hey, Braden," I said.

"Well, good morning, Benson," he grinned at me.

"You're mighty chipper this morning," I said.

"I got a good night's sleep," he grinned at me.

"Funny, so did I," I laughed. "Hey, listen. Is that offer you made tome yesterday morning still open?"

He looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, and then smiled. "It sure is."

"Good," was all I said. He walked up to me, grinning, and startedundoing the buttons on my blouse. When he got them undone, he slipped theblouse off, and then reached behind me to undo my bra strap. He slippedthat off of me, then went for the snap of my pants. Before he undid it,though, he lowered his mouth to my boob and took my nipple into his mouth.Oh Jesus. I thought I was just going to get a nice undressing!

And he didn't stop! The whole time he was taking my pants off, he hadhis lips wrapped around my nipple. It was delicious. Then he broke off,grabbed me, and hoisted me up onto the wall. The next thing I knew, hisface was buried between my legs.

Oh my goodness. I had never met a guy who was so damn enthusiasticabout cunnylapping. Three times in three days? Never. Oh, I'd gottenfucked three times in three days. Sometimes I'd gotten fucked three timesin three hours. But someone going down on me? Nope.

It was still early, but a few people had arrived and had gathered towatch the show. And, believe me, they were getting a show. I was moaningand squealing and squirming and all that. I couldn't help it. He wasdoing that thing again, where he sucked my clit in between his lips andteased it with his tongue. And he had two fingers up inside me and theywere beating on my gspot like Keith fucking Moon. It didn't take much ofthat before I had his head pinned between my legs, my pussy grinding on hisface. I came, howling.

By the time I had come back to earth, he was standing in front of me,grinningcompletely naked. He had stripped while I was trying to catch mybreath.

"Hey, I thought it was my turn," I said.

"Not today," he grinned, then walked over to me. He leaned over andwhispered in my ear, "Benson, I get the impression that you don't get toomany freebies. That was a freebie." And then he was gone, through thedoors and into the school.

My stomach went thud. I sat there, on that wall, staring at the dooruntil the first bell rangwhich was a good ten minutes. I was rightthisguy knew how to push every single one of my buttons. But, now, it wasn'tthe driveMaggiecrazy buttons. It was the makeMaggiegooey buttons.

I did not do gooey. Right now? I was meltedcaramel gooey.

I shook my headto clear the fucking insanity out of ithopped down fromthe wall, and trudged into school. Very shakily.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHUCK

Y'see, I had thought about it, and this is what I had decided.

I liked her. I wasn't sure what to make of that, quite yet, but I likedher.

Maggie thought she knew guys. She didn't know me. He knew guys thatjust wanted a quick fuck. Well, I'd had that. If that's all I wanted, I'dbe done. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I knew it was more than that. So, while I figured that out, I decided to keep her off balance. A freebiepussyeating was just the trick.

And it worked! The look on her face was priceless! Believe me, though,I wasn't making any kind of sacrifice. I enjoyed going down on a girl. Iespecially enjoyed going down on Maggie. She had the sweetest pussy I'dever tasted. I'd heard that all girls taste pretty much the sameand inthe five or so I'd gone down on previously, I'd agree. Minor variations,but pretty much the same. Not Maggie. Don't know why, but she wasdifferent. And the reactions she gave! Just fantastic. I could go downon her all day long. Wouldn't that blow her mind!

I didn't let up, either. When we were walking into Spanish thirdperiod, I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy tastes likehoney, you know," and then kept walking. She actually blushed! MaggieBenson!

Even if nothing came of this, at least I was having a good time.

Look, like I said, my feelings were kind of unsettled. And I had noillusionsI was trying to conquer Maggie The Unconquerable. So, this mightturn out to be just an elaborate game. Well, if that's what it was, I wasgoing to enjoy it. If it was more than that? Well, then, we'd see,wouldn't we?

I'd felt very isolated since all those rumors had started. At least Ihad a human being to relate to, in some wayand a very cool one to boot.

Of course, I should've knownMaggie wasn't the type to stay on thedefensive for long. I was at lunch, just having sat down, and here shecameshe dropped her tray in front of mine and plopped down on the chairopposite me. "OK, Bradenjust what are you doing?"

"Why? Didn't you enjoy it?"

"You know I did. But there's something going on in that head of yours,I know there is."

"Who, me?" I said, all innocence. Then I leaned over closer to her so Icould lower my voice. "I wasn't kidding, you know. Your pussy isheavenly. I don't think I can get enough of it." She blushed again! "Sugarlips." Oh, she really blushed at that one! "Maybe I should crawlunder the table..."

"NO!" she blurted out. "I mean, not here!" She took a breath. "Look,Braden, I don't like to be toyed with."

"Yeah, I know. Because if you stay in control, you can keep emotionsout of it." Her jaw dropped. "You can keep it on theMaggiesharesherpussy level, and not have to think any deeper about it."

"Don't you dare judge me!" she hissed.

"I'm not. Not for a second. Who the hell am I to judge anyone? Nope,your lifestyle has worked for you. You do what you want, and you enjoyyourself. Good for you. I don't see anything wrong with it."

"Then why are you doing this?" she said plaintively.

"Doing what?"

"Pushing my buttons."

"Because I'm trying to get inside your head."

"Why?"

"To see what's there."

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested."

She stared at me for a good minute, then shook her head. "Braden, Idon't get you. I just don't get you."

"Good," I grinned.

"You know, I don't have to play these games with you. I can just get upfrom this table and walk away, and ignore you."

"You're right. You can. But you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you like it." She glared at me. "Yes, you do. You, MaggieBenson, are bored. You're bored with the 'Hi I'm Maggie fuck me' routine.You are intrigued by me and you're wondering what I'm going to do next."

"You're so damn sure of yourself," she spat.

"No, actually, I'm not. I'm completely winging this," I grinned. Thatgot a smile out of her. "Look, I'll drop the games for a minute. You knowI'm persona non grata around here. And I'm tangling with Maggie Benson,who has forgotten more about guys than I'll ever know about girls. Believeme, I know it. But there's something about you. I don't know what it is,but there's something. I'm determined to figure it out."

"OK. So, you can take your best shot," she grinned.

"I aim to do just that, Sugarlips," I grinned back, while she blushed."You don't know how satisfying it is to know I can make Maggie Bensonblush."

"I've never been told I taste good before," she admitted.

"It must be just some sort of chemical reaction between my tastebuds andyour pussy, Sugarlips."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Not on your life."

"Fine. Whatever. Listen. The bell's going to ring soon, and we haveto go to bio. Ask for relief, please, and pick me. I owe you foryesterday. I still feel bad about that. No teeth, I promise."

"Hmmm. Are you being nice here, or trying to get the upper hand?"

"A little of both," she admitted with a grin.

"Fair enough. I'll give you a shot."

Just then, the bell rang.

We went to bio, and, as promised, I asked for relief, Maggievolunteered, and I chose her.

"Are you sure?" Ms. T asked me. "I'm not quite sure what went onyesterday, but I know there was some funny business, and I don't want itrepeated."

"No funny business, I promise," Maggie said. She came up to me andsaid, "Same deal as yesterdayI dare you not to make noisebut I'll playfair this time."

"Deal," I grinned at her. She knelt down between my legs, and devouredmy dick.

Oh Jesus. This was talent. She bobbed up and down on my dick, hittingevery good spot with her tongue. I was trying not to make noise, but itwas not easy. She worked my dick like a maestro. When she sensed that Iwas getting close, she took it all in her mouth, and swallowed. And thenstarted humming.

"Oh, Jesus, Maggie!" I howled, as I sprayed her tonsils.

She gulped it down, licked her lips, grinned up at me and said, "Youlose."

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her and said, "No, Imost certainly did not." It must've been the right thing to say, becauseshe lit up like a neon sign.

We went back to our seatsher far more steadily than Iand spent therest of the periodand the next one, which we also sharedshooting littlelooks at each other.

I was thoroughly enjoying this. And I think she was, too.

Unfortunately, it was right afterwards that all hell broke loose.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MAGGIE

He had me so offbalance I thought I was going to fall over.

Nobody had ever done this to me, not once. I met guys headon. Ididn't play games. I'm Maggie, I'll spread my legs if you're interested.Bam, end of story. Nobody every spun my head around.

Braden had my head doing loops.

For one thing, he was going from being cocky out of his mind todisarmingly sincere in a heartbeatlike when he admitted he was justwinging it. I was almost prepared to dislike him before he admitted that.Almost. Because, he was right, though I wasn't going to admit it to himIwas bored.

What I didn't know, and what scared me, was whether or not this was justa game to him. If that's all it was, I wanted no part of it. But I didn'tthink so. He was trying to get inside my head. There was a reason.

And if he called me Sugarlips one more time, I was going to slug him. Oh, fuck thatI was going to jump into his arms and not let go, I admitit. Look, sex is a big part of my life. Romance has not been. He wasbeing romantic about sex. He gives me a sweet pet name that's blatantlysexual. That right there was enough to make my brain start leaking out myleft ear.

It almost seemed too good to be true.

Then, I found out, it was. After Englishthe last class Braden and Ihave togetherI was walking to my next class when I heard it for the firsttime. "Maggie, you and Braden? Wow!"

"What, you mean this morning?" I laughed. "We're partners in theprogram, so he got me off. I returned the favor in Bio today."

"No, I heard you guys fucked on the football field yesterday."

"WHAT?" I said, incensed.

And, that wasn't the only one. I heard it for the next two periods. "Hey, you and Braden?" "I can't believe you fucked Chuck Braden!" And soon.

By the time we got out of school, I was completely livid. I knew I gotout before him so I went to the entrance and waited for him. He arrivedshortly. "Braden, you lying sonovabitch!" I screamed.

"Not here," he said, and led me into the woods. We stopped at an openarea. "You fuck!" I yelled. "You gave me your word! I trusted you!"

"Maggie, I didn't say anything."

"Oh, yeah, right," I stormed. "Like you didn't say anything about allthose other girls. You're a fucking liar, Braden. Every girl you end upwith, it gets broadcast."

"Maggie, I did not say a word!" He was starting to get pissed. Then theexpression on his face changed. And, Goddammit, it changed to completedespair. "But you're not going to believe me, are you? No matter what Isay, you won't believe me. Fuck. I'm going to be paying for Tara Boucherfor the rest of my life. I can't convince you. There's no way."

He started walking away. Before I could think of anything to say, heturned back to me. "And you know what really sucks? Over the past coupleof days, I was really starting to like you. That's what all thegameplaying was about. I was trying to burrow my way into your mind. Iwanted to get so deep into it that you'd get used to me being there. Everyminute I spend with you, I like you more. You're the most interesting,unfathomable, intoxicating girl I've ever met. There's so much more to youthan Maggie the Fuck Bunny. I wanted to explore the whole Maggie." He tooka breath. "But my fucking reputation blew that. Again." Then he turnedand started walking away again.

I couldn't let him go. Not after that. "Braden! Wait! Stop!" Hestopped walking.

"Why, so you can berate me some more?" he said without turning backaround.

"No. So I can apologize for jumping to conclusions." That made him turnaround. "I'm sorry. What you just saidwell, it might be the nicest thinganyone's ever said to me."

"I meant it. No games."

"I know." I took a deep breath. "I suppose I shouldn't care anyway. Iwas just upset that I thought you had lied to me. I shouldn't care aboutit getting out, I just wanted to tell Tara first, and I did that thismorning."

Sunday, July 25, 2004

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Cissy left me alone sexually for the next several days, until I began tothink she didn't want me any more, which bothered me much more than Ithought it would. But then Vivian told me after I came in from a lateclass that I was to be ready that night by nine, and that Cissy would be insome time later. Cissy always did everything she said she would, so I knewshe was coming. She had given Vivian special instructions.

Vivian brought me a light dinner and I ate in my room. I started earlyand took an extra long time getting ready for bed, showering and lotioningand powdering and doing all the stuff I usually did, and shaving andcologning and doing something cute with my hair and being really cleverwith my makeup and everything I could think of. Vivian polished mynecklace with a soft cloth as I knelt on my bed and held my chin up forher. She had a key, but I wouldn't let her take it off even for that long.I picked out a little silky ruffled thong to wear and got into bed abouteight with a book, and Vivian put my shackle on. She smiled happily.

"You look wonderful tonight, Miss Pet. I'll be back in a few minutes,Mademoiselle has some more instructions concerning... um, restraint."

"Okay, Vivian, thank you," I said and she curtsied herself out.

When she came back, she had one of the typical silk bags that Cissy sentthings in and she sat on the bed next to me and took out a length of thelinen cord I was used to. I turned demurely and let Vivian tie my wrists,pulled to test it and gave a little satisfied sigh. Vivian knew just how Iliked it. I got ready to lie back down, but Vivian said, "There'ssomething else, Miss."

I turned and looked at her, curious. She took a length of cloth out ofthe bag and held it out.

"What is it, Vivian?" I asked and she said nervously, "It's a blindfold,Miss. Mademoiselle says you're to wear it."

"Okay," I said thoughtfully, "Let's look at it."

Vivian relaxed, glad that I wasn't angry, and we investigated theblindfold together. I wasn't afraid or upset; Cissy had used a blindfoldwith me before, during our first months together when I had a lot oftrouble submitting to her. It just struck me as odd because it had beenquite a while, and I kind of thought she was finished with that. Thisblindfold was made of some kind of closelywoven synthetic fabric, darkgreen and soft and sort of fuzzy. It was irregularly shaped to fit my faceand lightly padded, and it was really stretchy. We tried it, and it wasvery effective once we got it right. The first time we put it onupsidedown, and couldn't help giggling over how funny that was. SoonVivian had it figured out, and she put it on me fairly tight and smooth andtied a knot behind my head, fluffing my hair over it. I could seeabsolutely nothing around or through it even if I stared at the lamp, and Iwasn't going to wiggle out of it either. Vivian asked if I was okay, and Isaid sure and told her she could go. I heard her straightening up just abit more and then she let herself out and the door closed and locked with aclick. I was alone.

I put my head down on my pillow and got comfortable. The blindfolddidn't bother me at all physically. I was very relaxed. In fact, Ireflected that if Cissy didn't hurry she was going to have to wake me up,and that had never happened before. But it was weird not being able to seeanything in my room. All the familiar smells were there, and I had alittle brass clock on a shelf that ticked with a sound like a tiny, tinyhammer. These things reassured me and I wasn't afraid. After a littlewhile, I tried to picture the room as it must be, around me. Was the lighton or off? I couldn't remember and didn't know and couldn't find out. Itoccurred to me to wonder whether the light worked when I couldn't see. Ifa tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it, does it make a noise? Someone had said that to me once, and I thought of it now. Then I tried topicture myself in the dark (?) room. Hmmm... Pet in bed. Covers halfdown, lying facing left, arms behind, wrists tied, ankle shackled but youcouldn't see that, it was under the covers. Naked, or nearly so. Thoseawesome, obvious tits, slim tummy and big round navel. A sleek, roundedhip. Bright copper hair, probably kind of messy by now. I could feel theedge of the coverlet and sheet lying just over my hip. Did my butt show?Should I wiggle further under so it wouldn't? Should I ask Vivian to tuckme in better? COULD I ask her? There was a thought! I had no idea if Icould find or even reach the button on the bedside table to ring for her.My hands were tied behind my back. I was fastened to the bed by one ankle.Could I maybe reach the bell with the toes of my other foot? I almosttried, the idea was so interesting, but then I relaxed and told myself Iwas being silly. Vivian wouldn't forget me. Would she? Was it evenpossible? Well, anything was possible. I pictured a scenario wheresomething outrageously unusual happened, and everyone forgot me. How longuntil I could get loose by myself? I was afraid that the answer to thatone was never. Now I almost WAS getting scared. I was getting goose bumpsand my nipples felt swollen. I rubbed them against the satin sheet. Whatcolor was the sheet? I couldn't remember. Pet, you little idiot, beSTILL!

Wait...

Was that a noise? A different noise? My breathing was too loud; Icouldn't hear anything now. No, it had just been a little noise, like thehouse settling, a noise that happened all the time and you just didn'tnotice. Then there really was a noise, a very soft slithering, swishingnoise, like a silk scarf being dragged lightly across a hardwood floor. Myfloor was carpeted. In the middle of the swishing, there was a verydistinct sound. It would have been soft if sound had not been my wholeworld at that time. It was the sound of chimes, a musical ripple, veryhigh, and it wasn't metallic, like bells or wind chimes or silverware. Itwas crystal. Not just glass. Crystal, like a tiny chandelier, and it wasperfectly tuned and so, so delicate and beautiful. It charmed me andfrightened me. I had nothing like that in my room. It didn't seem to comefrom a particular place or direction. It was just there, just once. Thenthere was the sound of bare feet on the carpet, very light. And breathing,soft and quick. Someone was in my room.

I struggled up on my elbow in bed and opened my mouth to scream. Ihesitated for an instant, gathering breath, and in that instant I wastouched, so lightly, so gently. Fingers across my lips, small, delicatefingers, hushing me. Fingers that were as afraid as I was.

When you are touched by another person, skin to skin, you know thingsimmediately, without thinking. You know things about that person, even ifit's a hand on your arm in a crowd on the street, by accident, and younever see that person's face, you know something about them. About howthey are feeling, what they are like, not enough to really know them, butan idea, in some cases a clear idea.

She was a girl. I didn't know how old or how tall or anything, but shewas afraid and she meant me no harm.

I let out the breath that would have been a scream. I was shaking. Icocked my head and listened, but could hear nothing. I whispered, verysoftly. "Who are you?"

I was answered, as softly as the breeze outside in the garden, as iffrom far away.

"Shhhhhhh."

The sound told me more. It hushed me and it reassured me. It gave meno further clue who she was, because it wasn't really her voice and itcarried no tone or accent or inflection. It was just air between her lips.But she cared about me. It was a personal sound, a sound for someonespecial.

Then she was close to me and I could hear her breathing again. She wasyoung and healthy and... fresh, somehow. Her breath was fast, nervous...no, excited! Excited and nervous both. She knew she didn't belong here,and she was terrified of being caught. She could be caught any time. Cissy could come! Did she know Cissy was coming, was that it? Or was sheafraid of Vivian? Vivian had the key to my door.

I wanted so much to talk to her, to know about her. I leaned toward herand almost spoke, but at the last moment I held my breath and she didn'thave to hush me again. There could be no sound that others might hear. This was a secret. She slowly, carefully eased up into my bed. My heartpounded. She weighed less than I. I tried to get to my knees facing her,because she was on her knees. My chain clinked very softly. A delicatehand on my shoulder helped me, just for a heartbeat. I made it to my kneesand inched forward. Her breath was closer. She wasn't quite my height. And now I smelled her.

My own cologne choked me, that had seemed so understated before. Itcovered most of her scent, but I still knew more about her. She washed alot, with cleansing cream instead of soap. She used an unscented shampoothat just smelled clean, like the professional hair cleanser in the Salondownstairs. That was it! She was from the House. From somewhere in theHouse, and she didn't use her own brand of shampoo or scented conditioner.She took one little step closer on her knees, and a slim, soft hand restedon my shoulder, steadying us both. I smelled her aroma more deeply. Itwasn't a perfume, wasn't a cologne. It was a body oil, a natural, woodsyscent. An open, sunny meadow... spearmint! It was very light but I wassure. I had never thought that I was particularly good at scents. I knewsome girls were. Mademoiselle Kelly was famous, able to name dozens orhundreds of perfumes and colognes and herbs and oils offhand. But somehowmy attention to this girl was so intense, my knowledge of her so limited,that I was getting to know her by smell. And on top of it all was anotherscent that was easy for me to name. She smelled of girl. Sexually active,interested female. She wanted me.

My breathing deepened to match hers. I wiggled forward just a bit more,caught my balance with her help and leaned a little toward her. She tookone deep breath and whispered, "Ohhh..." so faintly I wasn't sure I hadheard it. But I felt it on my face. Firm, warm breasts with hard nipplespressed against mine. She was naked, at least as naked as I was. She hadcome to me this way, somehow, out of thin air with the sound of crystalchimes, nude. Her hand slipped down to my rib cage and went behind myback, brushing my skin lightly, then pulling me gently forward. Her otherhand was moving. I felt it before it touched me, two fingers just under mychin, turning my head a little on the side as my lips parted and her mouthcame up against mine with an almost electric shock, full, soft lips thattrembled and WANTED. The inside of her mouth was hot and she tasted salty,almost like tears. I was lost, absolutely lost. This was my lover, I knewbeyond a doubt in the moment of that first kiss, and I had never had alover before. We pressed together full length now, kissing and rubbingurgently against one another. She had pubic hair, I felt it. It was silkyand wispy, as if it were new.

Sometimes she didn't know what to do. Her hand slipped boldly downinside my thong, but then she hesitated, not knowing whether she shouldmake me lie down first. She nibbled my ear, small, sharp teeth. She wasso warm I was worried she had a fever. She would get an inspiration andmove me to a good position, and her touch with her fingers and lips wasexquisite, but she wasn't good at gauging my rhythms like Cissy was. Shecouldn't control me. She was hesitant, kind of tentative, and it came tome how often I had told myself that this was the kind of lover I wanted,someone who DIDN'T know everything about sex. My lover was uncertain, sheneeded help, and I was totally charmed. I helped her. I knew tricks,tricks I could use even bound and mostly helpless as I was, and I usedthem. I got on top of her somehow and went down on her. She gasped instartled ecstasy and tangled her hand in my hair. She made the oddest tinynoises as I licked her gently, then harder and quicker, flicking my tongue,knowing I was good at this. Her breathing was muffled somehow, and then Irealized that she must have her other hand over her mouth to keep herselfquiet. She was so wet, and warmer than ever. She felt like a littlefurnace. I was truly worried about her. Suddenly her thigh muscles lockedand she had an unexpected, shuddering orgasm, straining desperately to bequiet. Her breathing was even more muffled. She had gotten hold of one ofmy pillows and had it over her head! She was scared to death of beingheard.

After I made her come, my lover gathered herself, turned me over andpoured herself on me. She was everywhere, licking and kissing my skin, hertongue in my mouth, then in my navel. She wrestled my panties down to myknees and got her fingers between my legs. Her mouth took in one of mynipples at the same time. That wicked tongue! Oh my God, now I was theone struggling wildly for a way to shut myself up. She learned with scaryspeed, and tied like I was, I couldn't control her any more than she couldcontrol me. I couldn't make her stop or even slow down. Her fingerpressed on my clitoris and hot, creamy liquid ran between my thighs. I wasfighting for control and dangerously close to crying out. I breathed ingasps between my clenched teeth. I was going to come any second and Iprayed for her to put her hand over my mouth, because I knew I was going toscream.

She came up to her knees in a single motion and froze, listening, herhand on my belly communicating with me perfectly. Wait... Then she wasoff the bed like a startled fawn and I thought she was gone. I stifledmyself with a heartbreaking effort. I wanted so badly to call to her! Ihad to know who she was, she couldn't just leave me! Then she was back,just for a second, bending over me as I lay helpless on my back, arched andsquirming with interrupted passion. Her breath was hot on my face and Ireached up with my mouth, so needful. She kissed me, once, a kiss thatthanked and sorrowed and promised all at the same time. Then she wasreally gone, and the sweetness of that kiss faded slowly as I heard asound. Crystal chimes. They faded too, and I was alone.

After a few minutes, when nobody came in, I guessed that she had justheard Vivian passing by in the hall or something. God, she was SOsensitive. I couldn't have heard a bomb going off in the hall over thesound of my heart. At least she hadn't been caught. Cissy would have...Cissy! She would come in any minute. If she saw me like I must look, itwas over. I couldn't lie, she would know. I couldn't even pull my pantiesup! I squirmed around in deadly earnest, orienting myself. It took meabout ten seconds to do what I had earlier doubted I could do at all: getmy toes on the maids' call button. Vivian was there about five secondslater. I heard her come in the door and stop, and I could almost hear hermouth drop open.

"Miss Pet, what..."

"Vivian, you have to help me!" I hissed urgently, trying to sit up. "I... I had a dream. I have to get cleaned up before Cissy comes. Now,Vivian, PLEASE!"

She came over to the bed, took my blindfold off, turned me around andstarted to untie me. As she worked, she stared at the chaos of the bedlinens and murmured absently, "You had a dream? Wow, can I have one?"

I had never, ever heard Vivian say anything like that, and what hurtworst was that I had no time to laugh. But when I told Lucy the next day,I thought she would wet herself.

Once she was pointed in the right direction, Vivian worked with anefficiency that boggled the mind. The room and bed seemed to cleanthemselves up at the same time I was being spongebathed and powdered andmy panties changed. She fixed my hair totally with about four strokes, letgo of the brush in midair and was redoing my makeup before it landed onthe counter. Everything she needed seemed to already be in her hand. Iwas back in a fresh bed, shackled and tied, before I let out the breath Iwas holding. As she faced me away from her and did my blindfold again, Ilet out a grateful sigh and said, "Vivian, do they ever have contests forthis maid stuff? I want to get a bet down on you."

"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that, Miss," she said offhandedly. "Lucy'smuch better."

Cissy did come, about half an hour later. I spent that time in my bed,blindfolded again, feeling my body cool down and wondering what in theworld had just happened to me. She hadn't been a dream. How she got intomy room was unfathomable. How she knew when to come was even moremysterious. Was she someone I knew? She almost had to be. I tried tocompare my picture of her to everyone I knew, but it was hopeless. I justdidn't have enough information. What did I know about her? Young. Mediumheight. Spearmint body oil, she got her hair done at the salon, usedcleansing cream every day. I didn't know how long her hair was but itwasn't REALLY long, I would have felt it. Unless it was up? Fairly largebreasts, very firm. Fine pubic hair. Her sexual odor was something Iwould never forget, but I could hardly go around sampling the private scentof every girl I knew. I got a mental picture of that and started gigglinglike a fool. Dammit, Pet, concentrate! If only she had said something! Then it came to me that she HAD said something, several somethings in fact.When we were making love she had spoken words or halfwords to me, thingslike "Yes" and "Wait" and "Please." They hadn't registered on me at thetime, only their meanings had. And she had been so careful, using only thefaintest whispering tone so that I couldn't get an idea of her voice. Never more than one word at a time, so no accent or speech pattern couldshow. I knew something else about her now. She was far from stupid. Infact, everything she had done was clever, if you didn't count the fact thattrying to sneak into my room at all was suicide. Unless she was one of theLadies? No way. She was sexually inexperienced, not even as far along asI was. One of the girls then, she had to be. Nicole? She was about theright height and body type. No, Nicole was shaved like me, and besides Ididn't think she could take her nipple rings out even if she wanted to.

She wasn't Nicole. But she just about had to be one of the other girls,unless she really was some kind of ghost or spirit. But what in God's namewould one of the girls be doing sneaking into my room? It was risking apunishment that would be talked of in whispers for years. I tried topicture myself wanting one of the other girls badly enough to try somethinglike that. No possible chance. How could she even know I was alone? Andhow had she escaped from her maids and her Trainer? I certainly couldn'tdo it. There had to be an answer, I had to know about her, to meet heragain, to touch her and be with her. A need was forming in me, in a placeI could hide but couldn't ignore. She was my lover, and I needed her.

How could I find her? Would she come again? She just had to! But whatif she got caught? I didn't care about my own punishment, but I couldn'tbear the thought of her being punished, just for wanting me. And she wouldbe, terribly. If Cissy caught her, Oh God...

Then it hit me like a freight train. What if Cissy had SENT her? Pet,you genius! It explained everything. How she had known when to come, juston this night at just this time, when I was blindfolded and helpless andready for her. How she could get from her room to mine without gettingcaught. Cissy had made arrangements with her Lady. Unless she was Janice?No, wrong body type. But it would work, Cissy could do it if she wantedto. She could get another of the girls and send her.

No.

I had thought I'd figured it out, but I had to admit it couldn't be, fortwo reasons. Reason number one, she had been terrified that Cissy wouldcome. She had known her time with me was stolen time. Reason number two,I knew Cissy very, very well. She wouldn't hesitate to arrange a tryst forme if she thought it would be good for me. And it would be just like hernot to tell me. But one of the most basic rules of the House was that thegirls didn't have sex with one another unsupervised. It was never allowedto happen, the House almost had a paranoia about it which I presumed camefrom the Mistress, and probably every Mistress before her. And Cissy'smiddle name was Rules. Responsibility was her Goddess. She wouldn't doit, and that was that.

I was back to square one, and I was getting a headache. My lover wouldremain a mystery for now, at least until she came again. I would counthours. And in the meantime, I had a name for her. She was my CrystalLover.

In episode 10, Pet isn't allowed much time to recover from her secretliaison with her mystery lover. Her Lady arrives to take her pleasure, andshe isn't in a gentle mood.